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Post by Bee on Jan 9, 2009 0:11:07 GMT -5
They gasped as the mad mad boy--for surely he was mad, his eyes were lit with the sheen of it--made another lunge at them, dodging but not quite fast enough, and with barely a ripple in the air one of the Thalias was gone, poofed away into oblivion, and the remaining two stared in horror for a moment at the dead space where their triple used to be.
Now there was just a creeper--your fault, your fault, he had said, though it wasn't their fault at all and his accusation stung like poison darts; they had wanted his sister to be free; wanted her to fly--a dirty triplet-murderer, evil shapeshifty eye-growing demon that didn't want their help anymore, fine, NO SISTER FOR HIM.
If they had fists they would have clenched them. Their smiles were thin and crooked and crazed. "Your fault!" they sang. "Your sister's gonna POP because of you."
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 9, 2009 0:18:35 GMT -5
That did it! The thought made Jak's bloodhound eyes bug out even more than the poofed Corvie mix had. Was this some new power of his? Making people poof when he touched them?! That was completely different. Could he do it again? Time to find out.
His form melted down to one of a cobra, back to the snake he had so recently vacated with a venomous twist. The smooth, scaly body seemed the only way to free himself from either of their grips, even if he didn't have the slime going just then. He coiled, hissed, and spread his snakey hood to look larger. It was more intimidating! Rawr!
Then he opened his mouth wide and flung himself at one of the Thalias, aiming to bite into one and secrete his venom! Foamy death at the hands of poison! Then she'd see who was popping - just the poisoned foamy bubbles on her face!
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Post by Bee on Jan 11, 2009 0:06:15 GMT -5
SNAKEY!
Now it was a (someone had once said wakey wakey hands off) snakey. Was there no end to the number of times creeper could change form? Apparently not. She would just have to stop him from playing this shapeshifty game once and for all!
Because the other Thalia was about to disappear completely into the ether anyway (bye-bye, fair twin, the world isn't ready for our kind of fire, see thee again one day), the real one flipped up her mask and hurled herself at snakey while he was lunging at her double, teeth bared, with the intent to catch him riiiiight up high on his hood and hold his snakey face down (oh, and she would hold it this time, too! No popping away like last time, not when she had all her limbs on him except the ouch-ouch tentacle) while she savaged him.
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 11, 2009 0:19:21 GMT -5
Ah, no! His newly discovered making-people-poof power backfired on him! Jak was peeved. He also had a mouthful of dirt. Blech. He only ate that stuff when it had something good spilled on it. This was just dirt and grass!
His head smashed down into the grass, fangs bending and sinking into the earth at an odd angle, causing him no end of pain. Her body shoved him down into the dirt while her mouth tore at the sensitive skin and scales of his cobra-head, tearing the sensitive membrane of the hood and gnawing into his skull. At least there was bone in place to make it more difficult? He let out a muffled shout-scream into the dirt and thrashed to no avail, his head effectively pinned into the dirt and being mauled while his body flailed in snaky panic.
He had to get her off! He was bleeding in the not-so-fun-gonna-die way! His head! Now he knew how Amhal felt when something hurt his skinflaps.
Only one thing flashed across his mind, one of the coolest people he had ever seen slinking through the Outer Bazaar. In his desperation, he tried one last shape-shift, his head still in the dirt and bleeding but shifting shape painfully, blood pumping forth even harder because of the strain of concentrating on the transformation.
His body turned into that of an animal-form Thorny Devil reptile, spiky thorns sprouting over his entire body. Let her chew on those!
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Post by Bee on Jan 11, 2009 0:56:38 GMT -5
It changed again! This was not the first thing she registered, of course--her body got a message before her brain did, and that was a message of pain as hardened spikes pressed suddenly into the sensitive flesh of her underbelly and surrounded her face, the force of the transformation hard enough to pierce them into the skin, her wiggling enough to wedge them in a bit further.
She shrieked against his flesh--this was so NOT HAPPY--teeth still lodged and face covered in his blood, and dug in further, determined to rip up whatever of his neck she could tear through, wrapping her arms fully around him to try to dig her claws into the front of his neck. She was dimly aware, somewhere in the back of her head, that if she pulled off him, it was going to squelch, swooooosh, blood, the last Thalia all poked full of holes and squishy.
And if she was going to squish, she thought, hazily, then he was going to squish too.
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 11, 2009 1:02:16 GMT -5
With all of the blood pouring out everywhere, Jak wasn't sure which spurts belonged to him and which belonged to the dark, clingy, bitey mouth of pain skewered on his body. He continued to writhe, but more feebly now, the blood escaping from his head and neck making him horribly dizzy. He didn't have the concentration to change shape again, nor the clarity of mind to plan another transformation. He was stuck as a giant Corvie lizard with spikes all over him.
He was also stuck with his head being ripped into and his throat being torn at. Everything was getting a little bit colder. He would have shivered, except there was too much weight on top of him to manage that. Everything got hazy in his vision, the already dark night developing spots that swum in his vision like angry tadpoles.
A noise would have escaped his throat if it hadn't been so badly torn and mangled. As it was, he slowly faded out of consciousness as his mind tried and failed to process the sheer amount of pain and blood loss being inflicted on him. He had lost a lot of it from his head and neck, seeping all over the grass. He'd also left some pretty wicked teeth marks, hadn't he?
Oh man, his brother was going to be pissed. Would he ever know? Jak didn't look like Jak. That was a distressing thought. He slipped into unconsciousness, and then into death, worrying about whether his brother would recognize him as a giant spiny lizard.
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Post by Bee on Jan 11, 2009 1:29:31 GMT -5
Thalia felt the fight go out of him as she gnawed into his flesh, her own efforts growing more and more feeble as the seconds tick-tick-ticked away, until she was aware that one of them wasn't breathing anymore, and she was still thinking and she was still feeling the sharp achyjoltinggods pain, so it had to be him, right? Must've been, must've been...
She pulled off of him with a thick, wet sound, the blood pouring freely without the spikes jammed into her midsection; so very red, deep, dark, perfect red, and she found herself unable to focus on anything else, unable to grasp a thought, an emotion, a memory; just the visceral sensation of something hot and vital escaping its Thalia-cage and soaking her fur, of wracking, body-heaving pain, and she poked at herself experimentally.
She giggled.
Squishy.
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